Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I don't go out. Ever.
Okay, so I'm exaggerating a bit, but really, the bar scene was never my thing. I may very well be one of the most socially awkward people you'll ever know and I don't deal with crowds well, so being in a bar is basically hell for me. We wound up at the Fuze Box which was my former home away from home (back when it was the QE2) and the memories I have of that place and of those years are so good. Well, most of them. I managed to bump into some old friends, some of whom I hadn't seen since the QE2 days. Good times. We had fun and although I was seemingly the only sober person in downtown Albany, I managed to make it through with the help of a few friends (thanks Dave and Kate!!!) who hung out with me while my sister, aunt and their friends danced like maniacs. Oh yeah, it was 80's night.
Anyway, looking back on our little outing, I've had few revelations that are now quite clear to me:
#1. Someone called my sister a MILF last night, and while we laughed about it when the conversation was going on, it's absolutely true. She is a MILF. Her soon-to-be husband should be proud to marry this girl.
#2. I now feel completely justified in wanting to punch people out when they talk about wanting to relive their youth. Watching some of the college kids out and about last night made me realize that all of the people who have called me an "old soul" my entire life were probably right. I feel like an old fart who yells at kids to pull up their pants and turn the music down. I guess I'll never understand. Hell, I didn't understand youth back when I was, well, youthful.
#3. Big shocker, I hate bars. No matter how hard I try I just can't do it. I'll try again, of course, the next time someone gets married or friends come to visit from out of town, so don't be surprised when you read another post in the future that sounds a hell of a lot like this one.
#4. I need to come up with a new hobby in my spare time in order to have an excuse to go out and do more. I'm home entirely too much and I know that the only way to get over that bizarre social anxiety is to just jump in and get over it.
So that's that. I'm glad I went. I'm glad it's over.
In other news...
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
And I can't stop laughing.
For those of you in the area, we're having a little Halloween raffle starting tomorrow night. One ticket costs you a buck and if you win you'll be the new owner of a matted, framed photograph (with a Halloween theme, of course) and one of Dave's original paintings. Not bad, eh?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
P.S. A little birdy pointed out that I miscalculated the number of days until the Bachmann show (from my last post). Yeah. It's actually only 14 days now. I never said I was good at math. Wheeeeeee!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Her seams are a little on the crooked side because I stuffed her with fleece instead of polyfill and so she's a little bit lumpier than I'd like. She's extremely cuddly though and I'm happy with the way she came out with such short notice.And now I'm off to return doll #1. I'll be back at some point this weekend with pictures of my house. The weatherman is predicting sun, so as long as I can get my butt out of bed early enough I'll have photos to share.
Enjoy the weekend!!!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
How strange it is that these two share the same birthday so many years apart.
I adore them both and I hereby vow not to hurt them too badly when I'm knocking them out of the way to jump on the Bouncy Bounce at their party.
They wanted their friends and family together.
They wanted an idyllic, short ceremony in which their friends participated.
They requested that all of their guests dress casually (the bride-to-be literally begging people to wear jeans and sneakers).
They wanted a casual reception with music, barbecue, beer, horseshoes and paddle boats in a quaint outdoor setting with minimal fuss and lots and lots of pumpkins.
But most of all, they wanted to be happy, and they wanted their guests to be happy, too.
And then Hurricane Ivan blew into town and instantly that casual, laid back, outdoor wedding with barbecue and paddle boats was whisked away into a super formal ballroom where the bride and groom had to argue with the employees of the establishment that no, the pavilion that was now under four feet of water would NOT be dry in time for the noon wedding, and freaked the hell out because everything had suddenly gone wrong.
The bride was in tears. The groom was pretty close. Every detail they had planned for months suddenly had to be changed in one way or another.
Tables were quickly set, flowers were quickly arranged, the altar was quickly set up and 120 confused guests started to arrive.
The ceremony was short and sweet, and the bagpiper, while incredibly loud (because who the hell has bagpipers play indoors), still sounded so beautiful.
The guests, all dressed in jeans and sneakers, gathered around the super formal ballroom setting and drank beer, ate barbecue and cupcakes and celebrated.
And when the day was done, everyone was invited to take home with them the centerpieces, the photographs, the pumpkins at the altar, and everything else that wasn't tied down, and the bride laughed because it looked as if that super formal ballroom was being looted by a very wet, underdressed lot.
Four years ago today, I married my husband and we survived Hurricane Ivan to the best of our abilities, and even though things were insane for a while and nothing turned out the way we had planned, we still had just about everything we wanted. And that was enough.
It still is.
What is the moral to this story, you might ask...
Always, and I mean always, have a backup plan to your outdoor wedding.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
This is a little gifty-poo for Alex, my dear friend who has been on my mind tons as of late. I miss you, Sir. A huge part of me will always associate you with the Loaf when I'm listening. You really need to relocate to the east coast, although if I lived near those ice caves I wouldn't want to leave either.
That said, I cracked up as I was creeping around YouTube searching for Archers of Loaf stuff. The ton of live footage available there reminded me of seeing them live for the umpteen-millionth time, and standing behind the stage, staring at Bachmann in awe as he played guitar, lit cigarettes and chain smoked all at the same time. He was sweating profusely and somehow managed to shake that sweat off all over me...one of the highlights of my life.
I'm kidding. Well, sort of.
My boyfriend at the time was disgusted, as I'm sure you all are now, but it's funny because so little has changed. The last few times I had the chance to chat with Bachmann he warned me that he was really sweaty and I didn't mind at all. Not one bit.
Anyway, sorry for getting all nostalgic on you, but I guess it's just one of those days.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Oh, and someone recently asked me to post pictures of my house (Bronwyn, I think). I tried taking some this weekend but the lighting was off for lots of reasons so I wasn't able to get anything worth posting. I'm trying, though, at different times of day so I'll have something to show you soon. I think I'll only post photos of the rooms that are done for now and it'll be an ongoing journey as more work is completed. Sound good? I love our little house and I'm so excited by the potential it has. Now, if only we had some money so we can get this stuff done!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Oh, and if it were up to me, every single blog post would include a few words of wisdom from one of the sexiest brains in the world, Mr. Stephen Hawking:
For those of you worried about the black hole disaster potentially caused by the LHC, here's exactly what would happen to you if you ever "fell" into a black hole. Nice.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Anyway, instead of closing up shop for the day and retreating to my couch with jammies in tow, I'm trying to keep busy and stay occupied so as to keep my mind off of things. I've had a renewed interest in applique lately and so I've decided to try my hand at some onesies and little shirts for kids (up to a size 2T). I'm really enjoying this and each project moves so quickly it's hard to become bored with it. Here's what I've come up with:
the hummingbird is my favorite. I haven't stitched it down yet, but the stitches will be subtle.
the frog is also not stitched down yet, and I'm toying with the position of his eye. I used a french knot for his pupil.
the little strawberry was my first attempt. there are many things I don't like about it but everyone told me I should try to sell it anyway.
I've had dog fever since my mom took the little puppy home. the crooked stitch along the side of his face makes me mental.
Customers love the little bird, even with his crooked little feet
So what do you think? I like them, although we'll see if they sell. I'm interested in feedback of all sorts, so please send any comments or suggestions my way. Thanks! Oh, and I'm really sorry about the dark pictures. I can't figure out the lighting in this place to save me.
As I was typing this, the little blue dog onesie sold for $18. I'll take it!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
P.S. I wore my first sweater of the season today, kiddies! Looks like cooler days are upon us now for a while...hopefully for good.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Ever since I was a child, I’ve eaten (with great zeal) tuna fish. I love tuna. My Grandma Cronkhite first made for me the tuna salad that I have lusted for all my many years on this earth. I still remember that fateful day. It was a wonderful whole wheat bread, some onion, regular mayonnaise, the texture was so smooth and “the c-word” (my wife DESPISES the word “creamy”.). Never was I able to recreate the magic that Grandma weaved for lunch that day. That is, until a short time ago…. After many, many attempts, sleepless nights, and a romantic relationship or two, I’ve managed to reverse engineer a sample of her culinary wares. Grandma is sharp, but she never saw me tuck the second half of my sandwich away to be frozen, sampled, and quietly reverse-engineered numerous times over the next twenty years.
Here is what I’ve learned… There are three unbreakable, infallible rules that you need to abide by. Violating these rules is like laughing at gravity, telling physics to go scratch, and head-butting father time. You just don’t do it. The results could be catastrophic.
First of all, not just any tuna will do. When making world-class tuna salad, you NEED to go with solid white tuna in water. You can try the other stuff, but I can guarantee that your taste buds will convince you of the simple truth… Solid white is the way to go, just the same way that white meat chicken makes the best chicken salad. The better the tuna, the better the salad.
Secondly… Don’t fear your condiments. I use but three other ingredients in addition to the tuna itself:
Mayonnaise, onion powder, and pepper (preferably freshly cracked). For those adventurous enough to attempt it, I recommend adding a fourth – sriracha.
Third, when mixing, make the tuna sorry that it was you who decided to adopt it. The mommy dearest treatment is quite appropriate, minus the wire hangers. Grind, mash, and punish your mixture until it’s a smooth, uniform consistency.
I normally make one can at a time. It seems to help me keep all the ingredients in perfect proportion.
Here are my amounts (roughly):
1 Can of solid white tuna (again – in water)
3 tbsp mayonnaise (preferably Hellmann’s) – Enough to make it plenty moist, but not soggy and more liquid than solid.
1 tsp onion powder
1-1 + ½ tsp pepper (again, preferably freshly cracked)
Combine all ingredients, then, proceed to crush, kill, and destroy until smooth.
I usually mix for approx. 5 minutes.
If you’re adventurous, and like a nice bite to your tuna, try adding a little sriracha (Vietnamese garlic-chili sauce).
Done, and enjoy.
It’s a very simple recipe, and adding the traditional minced onion and celery will not hurt, but is not necessary. The base seems to stand on its own nicely.
"Alcohol's my drink. I never drink water: fish make love in it!” – W.C. Fields